Breaking the Ice [OPEN!] Jan 17, 2013 18:13:53 GMT -5
Post by Fawntastic on Jan 17, 2013 18:13:53 GMT -5
It was truly a testament to how much he had grown these past few moons, that he was able to break up the ice that had filmed over the Camp Stream. Having been assigned this task by Razorfang, the RainClan deputy, Russetpaw had happily complied; gone were the days were such menial labor would've had him rolling his eyes or making a verbal display of how much he didn't want to do it. A Clan leader would never complain of such things, and there was already so much work to do (mainly clearing out as much snow as possible) that a task as easy as this one was quickly and efficiently accomplished.
Dropping large ruddy paws down onto the surface, Russetpaw bounced, looking fox-like in his movements, ears pricking forward as he launched himself up and came crashing back down onto the ice with a satisfied crack! It was shallow, the camp stream, but it would mean they would finally have fresh drinking water, Russetpaw intending to take advantage of the early morning thaw. They would be able to soak moss and bring it to the queens later on, once he got this ice cleared away.
With sopping paws, the almost-warrior hummed a few low notes under his breath, clamping onto a protruding piece of ice with his teeth, pulling it free of the sluggishly flowing stream and chucking it into a nearby snowbank. There were still a few stalled spots that he would have to break up, but at least the stream was flowing again. Taking the time to warm up his paws before he trekked back over it, Russetpaw's dark ears swiveled at the sound of approaching foot-steps, judging it to be either a she-cat or a tom who was very light on his paws, emerald eyes glittering as he sought to make out the arriving shape.
"Bravepaw!" Mewed the larger tom with enthusiasm. He flashed a white toothed grin at his fellow apprentice, beckoning him over with a sway of his tail carried high.
"Are you out on patrol, or did Razorfang send you to help me?" Though there was a flash of indignation in his eyes momentarily at the thought of needing assistance, Russetpaw let his pride take it easy and instead allowed the lighter apprentice to explain himself.
Notes: Feel free to jump in with Shadowpaw too, Darkest!
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